August 19, 2011 by Amy B
When I woke up this morning, it was raining. I pulled up accuweather on my phone to see how bad it really was. “Clear” was the report. Then I pulled up the radar.
Serious tech fail.
I don’t run in thunderstorms. It’s just not worth it. I went to bed and planned to run later. BOB isn’t really an option today; no way Sophie will sit for an eight mile run.
We spent the morning washing dishes. We ate lunch. I sat down on the floor with my laptop in an attempt to get some work done. Sometime between then and now I totally fucked up my back. Maybe when I got up off the floor? I can’t even tell you.
All I know is that I can’t bend over without excruciating pain on the left side of my body. And if I do manage to bend? I can’t stand up.
This has never happened before to me.
I can only guess this is karma cracking me in the back with a baseball bat after I teased Scott a little about hurting his back while picking raspberries in the yard. “It sucks getting old,” I said.
It sucks. It sucks, indeed.
My current position is the living room floor with an ice pack on my back, surrounded by various carby snacks and his lovely view of the ceiling:
If ever there was a time I could will Sophie to nap on command, it’s now.
Not sure if I can run tonight or my long run tomorrow. It’s that bad. Crap.